Most days of #mine--
angry or insomniac or
sedate or with
Time goose stepping to nothing--
are like friends,
a loud laugh or
a yawn between drinks or
quid pro quo,
Or with other
meaningless means,
waiting for an end
without a beginning.
It's those days--
when we curl crush
lips locked
fondling
lace ripped
the waves
against barricades--
that's like a stranger
met between racks
in a supermarket
away from family and
all one calls #mine
that seconds-long look
revealing sharing
a tale for no one else.
#vss365
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